|Song to Sing
Author: Blood in Water PM
Though their lament, I heard a song— but now I misremember.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry - Words: 95 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 1 - Published: 11-23-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2280285
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I listened to the willows weep
In cold of late december.
Though their lament, I heard a song—
But now I misremember.
It went like pitter-pattered rain,
The sound of beating wings.
A drop of dew; a rendered step,
The voice of nesting rings.
A rhythmic tune of snowfall,
Along with river's harp.
A mournful wail from wolven far,
To break the silence, sharp.
I once wanted a song to sing,
One that alone was mine.
A tune to which my voice was free;
To which my heart could shine.